Poncho:
He ran and ran and ran and ran. When he was done, he ran some more. He grew older than all around him but never ceased to run. Day in and day out, nothing satisfied him more than running. He was the best, no one could out do him. In his eyes, all the glory of the world belong to him and him alone. Over time his ideas blinded him from what was truely important. He ran some more.
There came a day when he was frowned upon by envious eyes. All they saw him do was run and they did not like this. They used all of their power to keep him from running, but his passion for running swatted down all of their attempts. It is his Saturday morning and yet he is still running, his week is almost over. Their chance to provail is on the horizon. Run on till morning.
They could not stop him so they did the only thing they could, they ran. At first he did not so much mind but then he realized he was falling behind. How could this be? He was the world champion and no one could out run the one who all he did was run. It is sad to see that he still thinks he is all that runs, for he was the one who ran and that shall always be. He falls so far behind that his running would remain all that he knew. For this reason, our poor chum decided to do whatever he can. So he ran and ran and ran and ran.
-Evad
Monday, February 06, 2006
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Mirage
Poncho:
Many days have past and yet I remain without the sight. Will time ever be that of my control or will i float helplessly through it. As I am, only a tourist. Can I control anything? Do I possess the capacity to choose freely? Does not my arms become entombed by invisble shackles? Can scissors cut the strings above my body? I am doomed by my own self being.
You may once asked yourself about your own will. If times repeats will it all be the same? Study the past and you will know all the answers. You will be able to find yourself. Always there, always waiting. Nothing can take that away from you. Bound stronger than any chemical bond.
Somethings are designed to leave you unanswered. I would love to beleive but how can I tell if I don't have that chance. Everything I do becomes everything I did. Never will I experience it a new. The choice becomes nothing more than what was to be. The choice is like one of those things that seems to be there but actually is not on a hot summers day in the Sahara.
-Evad
Many days have past and yet I remain without the sight. Will time ever be that of my control or will i float helplessly through it. As I am, only a tourist. Can I control anything? Do I possess the capacity to choose freely? Does not my arms become entombed by invisble shackles? Can scissors cut the strings above my body? I am doomed by my own self being.
You may once asked yourself about your own will. If times repeats will it all be the same? Study the past and you will know all the answers. You will be able to find yourself. Always there, always waiting. Nothing can take that away from you. Bound stronger than any chemical bond.
Somethings are designed to leave you unanswered. I would love to beleive but how can I tell if I don't have that chance. Everything I do becomes everything I did. Never will I experience it a new. The choice becomes nothing more than what was to be. The choice is like one of those things that seems to be there but actually is not on a hot summers day in the Sahara.
-Evad
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)